ith a name like that."

The professor showed his white teeth as he laughed heartily, and Mr
Burne took snuff, pulled out a glaring yellow silk handkerchief, and
blew a blast that was like the snort of a wild horse.

It was done so suddenly that a grave-looking Turkish gentlemen in front
started and turned round.

"Well, what is it?" said Mr Burne fiercely. "Did you never see an
Englishman take snuff before?"

The Turk bowed, smiled, and continued his way.

"Such rudeness. Savages!" snorted out Mr Burne. "Don't believe they
know what a pocket-handkerchief is."

"I beg your pardon," said the Turk, turning round and smiling as he
spoke in excellent English, "I think you will find we do, but we have
not the use for them here that you have in England."

"I--er--er--er. Bless my soul, sir! I beg your pardon," cried the old
lawyer. "I did not know you understood English, or--"

"Pray, say no more, sir," said the Turkish gentleman gravely. And he
turned to cross the street.

"Snubbed! Deserved it!" cried Mr Burne, taking off his straw hat, and
doubling his fist, as if he were going to knock the crown out. "Let
this be a lesson to you, Lawrence. Bless me! Thought I was among
savages. Time I travelled."

"You forgot that you were still amongst steam, and post-offices, and
telegraph wires, and--"

"Bless me! yes," cried Mr Burne; "and, look there, an English name up,
and Bass's pale ale. Astonishing!"

Just then the Greek guide stopped and pointed to a private house as
being the English consul's, and upon entering they were at once shown
into a charmingly furnished room, in which were a handsome bronzed
middle-aged gentleman, in earnest conversation with a tall
masculine-looking lady with some pretensions to beauty, and a little
easy-looking man in white flannel, a glass in one eye, and a very high
shirt collar covered with red spots, as if a number of cochineal insects
had been placed all over it at stated intervals and then killed.

He was smooth-faced all but a small moustache; apparently about thirty;
plump and not ill-favoured, though his hair was cut horribly close; but
a spectator seemed to have his attention taken up at once by the spotted
collar and the eye-glass.

"Glad to see you, Mr Preston," said the bronzed middle-aged man. "You
too, Mr Burne. And how are you, Mr Grange? I hope you have borne the
voyage well. Let me introduce you," he continued, after shaking hands,
"to our compatri